I want to sit on your lap
with my legs around your waist.
In a basket: beads, combs, oil and shells, so I can play with your hair.

I want to massage your scalp with oil until my ngers feel it come alive.

With a ne toothed comb I want to scrape specks of dandruff I nd, then blow gently.

With a forked comb I want to part your hair this way and that way, expose your scalp, letting it breathe. Come sit, it’s time to play with your hair:

twist sections,
braid others,
tie a few
adorn some with beads, and others with those shells we picked

on that day it all began.

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